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was going to live. Besides being out on an isolated point with only one road, she was pleased to discover that within a short drive, there was a small town that drew tourists. She would be able to buy food and necessities at a close location at reasonable prices. Then within a standard drive inland was a larger town built around a college. College towns offered everything anyone needed from used good stores to high priced clothing stores. College kids and their parents bought everything in all price ranges.
    She was far enough from the big cities that she could still get to them, but she could forget her previous life. All of it, from the time since she had started to become a woman as a pre-teen.
    So she looked forward to her new home, stopping first to pick up some last minute items. She laughed at the storeowner who helped load her boxes into her Jeep. When he found out where she was going, it left the opening he needed to come on to her. Like most men she met, he was soon hitting on her, and she shut him down fast. His comment was he could not understand how such a beautiful, desirable woman would want to live out here by herself . She told him about her self-defense training as well as her two guns that she kept with her. This led her to mention her training by the Austin policeman she dated on how to use them. He finally got the hint, but he did suggest the body needed other things. Little did he know, there was a time when she would have taken him up on his unsubtle offer. For most of her life, she had loved sex, enjoyed it more than most of the girls she grew up with or knew. It was that enjoyment that had put a wedge between her and any girlfriends or, face it, any male friends.
    Asa really could have told him that for now she had all she wanted and needed for the body. She had been introduced at the age of fourteen, quite pleasantly, by a neighbor, to what the body could enjoy and, from then on, she felt she would never grow tired of sex. She was wrong. She had sex for years. She had it any way you could imagine. She had started out in the normal manner after the neighbor. There was a boyfriend, then a friend, and then the two of them and another girl.
    Then she moved to the big city and needed money and a guy offered money if she would work in his house. Fortunately, he was a fairly good guy as pimps went, and he ran a house that was clean. He had nice girls, and they went out to local hotels. Unfortunately, there was a raid, but she got off by fucking a bunch of cops, so her record was clear.
    Somewhere in there, she had an epiphany. If she were a painting, people would look at it hanging on a wall and everyone would say, “My God, what a beautiful woman.” She was not thinking this because of ego alone. She knew what great movie stars looked like, she knew who was picked the most beautiful women each year, and looking in the mirror and seeing her smiles in photos let her accept that she was beautiful. But there was something about her that drew people to her for something else. Sex.
    At first, when she was young, she thought it was because she passed on a vibe that said she was easy. She began to play games, trading partners, black rooms, masks, using different perfumes and smells. She borrowed worn clothes that had the smell of others still on them. She changed the color of her hair and used makeup to change her skin color. She tanned and then bleached. She changed her eye colors so many times she lost track of how many pairs of contact lenses she had. She did not need glasses, so she had to go to special effects shops to get the contacts.
    Once she had money, she paid women and eventually also some men to join in a game. A man could enter the room and look over the line up and be told that he could have sex with only one, but it would be free. Every time, she was picked. She tried it in police stations behind the line up glass. She tried it by making the girls the best looking possible and her looks disguised.